Gill yawned and stretched as he stood up. Padding to the bathroom, last night’s dream
came roaring back. He shook his head and
kept walking. Somewhere in his journey,
his synoptic brain functions took him back to REM sleep mode.
Chloe stood before him licking her lips. Her gaze roved lower with every lick. Gill tried to look down but something blocked
his view. He glanced up. Chloe’s smile widened. Her teeth stood out in stark relief to the
dark red of her lipstick. Gill squirmed. A new vision swept over him. Scenes from the first sex movie he watched
engulfed him. He took on the role of the
man getting laid and sucked. Every dip
of the red-lipped seductress down and over his cock and balls shot shivers of
hot volcanic need through him. He swore
his balls swelled every time her tongue laved over them. Sweat peaked and rolled down his brow. Two more slurps and he’d. . .
His first shot of jism shot out. Over his seductress' shoulder and on to the
wall behind her. He blinked, squinted,
and blinked again. The wall was a good
ten feet behind her. He couldn’t shot
the far and he dribbled. Some men
boasted about their ability to shoot large copious amounts of come. Gill enjoyed one hard climax and the
lingering effect of the heat rolling up his cock and spilling out. Yes, so he made a mess. None of his partners ever complained about
his taste. Sweet and nutty is how Chloe
described him.
Gill snickered, yawning again. He picked up pace when a loud sound jolted
him out of his sleepwalking. He looked
down. Two peanut shell halves jammed into
the space separating his toes. He bent over ready to extract the nuisance when
more crunching and crackling sounded. He
quickly up righted and spun around. More
shells crunched beneath his feet.
Blackie came into view gingerly picking her want through the minefield
of peanut and other nuts shells that littered the bedroom floor. Chloe lay sleeping on her back with a large
bowl bag of mixed nuts lying on her stomach.
In one hand, lay the nutcrackers.
Gill swallowed hard, inhaled, and did an about face. Thank deities above they had hardwood floors.
Cleaning up more messes like these if the cravings continued would be
easy. Sleeping in a bed full of nutshell
crumbs was another matter. Gill continued to the bathroom knowing this was the
first of such craving bouts. Last night’s
sex was hotter than when they first got together. Did he have the stamina to keep up for the
next ten months with whatever else might manifest itself?
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2 comments:
Gosh, Gil is rolling in nutshells and in sexual dynamite clover these days. Go Gil.
Maybe Gil should wear slippers or flip-flops or something. Those little sharp shell pieces can be nasty.
Can't help with the dreams, though. That's his problem.
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